[3RD POV INITIALLIZE]
One of the masked men, distinguished by a sun cross golden emblem on the center of his mask, sat in a black chair within a well-lit chamber. This room served as an oversight hub, monitoring the activities of every survivor in the skyscraper.
The golden-masked man contemplated silently as he observed the holographic display before him, which flickered with static.
[Once the narrative energy reaches 80%, I will be able to harvest some of it when it fully awakens,] He muttered to himself.
Surrounding him were twenty individuals wearing the same mask, though theirs lacked any emblem, meaning they were just minions of the golden sun cross man. They diligently worked at their holographic displays, monitoring the survivors and reporting any unusual activity to their leader.
